Brianna Lynn --- was born at exactly 12:32 pm at 17" long and beautiful . Her hair was blonde, just like mine.

My most memorable moment is Thanksgiving 1994. I was preg with Brianna and we put the turkey in at about 3 am after we hand made the pies and such. I basted with no problems! Brianna woke me up like clockwork to go potty; She was good fat that! Brianna used to beat at her father nightly while I was sleeping peacefully .... and Dad wasn't .

Since Brianna's death I have become more patient overall. I have learned to appreciate what you have with you and what you hold in your heart. I have also learned that while I would LOVE to have her home with me, she is home with Jesus and what a wonderful place that must be . To grow out of my womb and right into our loving father's arms.

I often watch my two living children run around and think to myself "Wow, imagine what you would've with three... ". This thing called grief has allowed me to help others thru their grief and trials . I believe that I have become more compassionate because of losing Brianna.

Most of my family and friends choose not to talk about Brianna, while we do at home . My living daughter Amber speaks of her often and still chooses to buy her something from the Santa shoppes they have at school . I hung all of our stockings this year and only one person asked why we had six. My two yr old son knows though. He went down the stocking line and said everyones names . Makes me feel good that he will know his angel sister.

On special occasions I talk with Brianna and ask her to continue to watch over us . I dont like to visit the cemetary so I don't do much there .

The best thing that I can tell a bereaved parent is to talk and talk and cry and cry. Don't let anyone tell the 'rules' of grief ... THERE AREN'T ANY! Take each day one at a time and know that your angel is in the loving arms of Jesus.